Every day my child awaits moments of greater love, that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ My children don 't feel loved .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ My children must recognize the poverty , the misery of the world , which hurts them, look inside themselves , wonder who they are , where they come from, who they belong to, who I am , what our relationship is , look at the world , what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak , fragile , without resources .
Relative arguments